Whatever Souls Are Made Of

″You don't have a soulmark. You're safe.″ ″Safe?″ Israel's lips curve into a kind of grin that makes me really rethink using this word to describe him. But before I can change my mind, he shakes my hand. ″All right, it's a deal.″ He winks. ″You've got yourself a boyfriend.″ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ Sam's soulmate is in love with her...